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It’s been too long since Jeongin spent some time solely with friends outside his own group. That’s not to say he doesn’t love every second he gets to spend with his members, but sometimes they can be a lot. He’s the maknae, so he’s bound to get the worst of it if any of the members are in the mood for relentless teasing; and when cameras are around (which is almost all the time), it’s his job to sit there and take it and act all annoyed and disgusted instead of being boring and just walking away with a shake of his head (which is what he does when they’re at home, even if Channie-hyung pouts at him for it).
Stray Kids know each other so well in all their idiosyncrasies – every mannerism, every like and dislike, every predicted reaction when something goes well or badly. Jeongin can tell by the rise in Minho-hyung’s voice and the way Seungmin-hyung swallows his last syllables what they’re thinking about in a specific moment. And it’s comforting, to know and be known so wholly, so completely, like they’re one organism living and breathing in harmony (for the most part).
Nevertheless, it feels refreshing to be with someone who doesn’t know everything about him yet. Who knows him well, yes, but with whom he can never tell where a conversation might go. Someone who understands his struggles as an idol, but can still offer advice and an open ear to problems that won’t in one way or another affect him too. Someone whom Jeongin can feel comfortable being himself around, and still find out new and exciting things about the other. Someone like Heeseung.
Heeseung had finally made good on his promise to come visit Jeongin in his new home (unlike Beomgyu, who had been invited too but couldn’t make it). Jeongin had been excited about moving into new dorms, because Hyunjin-hyung’s chatter and carefully curated Pinterest board with design ideas for his and Changbin-hyung’s apartment made Jeongin realize how badly he wanted to start from scratch with his own room. A much bigger closet for clothes was needed, especially shoes; he desperately needed to let go of his old dinosaur bedsheets that he had kept for some reason (21-year-old I.N had somehow thought he could convince himself that having dinosaur bedsheets as an adult was cool because it meant he didn’t give a damn about what anybody else thought, when in fact it wasn’t cool, it just made him a giant nerd); and it gave him an opportunity to finally set up his computer in a way that actually showcased how pretty its RGB lights looked when turned on (Felix-hyung had helped him put it together, and Jeongin was pretty proud of his work).
Now, Jeongin can proudly present his adult room to Heeseung (whose own room in his dorm almost made Hyunjin-hyung cry one time when he showed him), and the big eyes Heeseung makes at Jeongin’s fancy computer set-up right next to the brand new, shiny wardrobe that spans the entire front wall of his room and highlights his sizable collection of sneakers makes Jeongin stand ten feet taller. The bed is massive, too, because he likes to have his phone, his iPad, his laptop, some late-night snacks, and sometimes one of his members in bed with him when he’s just chilling.
Heeseung flops down on the bed as soon as Jeongin closes the door, carelessly throwing his phone on the bedside table. He effortlessly bounces up and down the springy mattress with a grin on his face as Jeongin watches him from the door for a second before joining him. They’ve already taken their shoes off at the front door, so Jeongin gets comfortable leaning against the headboard, feeling the mattress dip when Heeseung scoots back to settle down next to him. He crosses his ankles while Heeseung props up the leg closest to Jeongin.
Heeseung is wearing a simple black shirt today, matched with a pair of ridiculously oversized grey sweatpants, and Jeongin once again can’t help but think how Heeseung is the kind of pretty that could make an empty sack of potatoes look good. When Heeseung stretches, his shirt rides up at his waist and Jeongin has to actively force himself to tear his gaze away from the soft skin peeking out.
Jeongin actually just needs to take a deep breath and chill today. Yes, he hasn’t gotten laid in a while, but he can’t make that Heeseung’s problem.
“Your room is so nice,” Heeseung says eventually, eyes roaming the space before eventually settling on Jeongin. “Can you help me with mine? I never know what to do with it. Sunghoon-ie’s and Jongseong-ie’s rooms are also really nice, so I feel like mine should be nice, too, you know, in case someone comes over.”
Jeongin’s mind is chronically in the gutter and he also likes to tease a little, so he raises an eyebrow at him, smirking. “Someone? A girl?”
Panic briefly flickers across Heeseung’s face, but he must remember that it’s just Jeongin and there’s no cameras around, so it’s not like they can’t talk about girls here. Still, Heeseung blushes, shaking his head. “You know that’s not what we do.”
Jeongin snorts at that. We. Like an idol’s sex life isn’t their own, no matter if you’re in a group or not, or who you live with. Jeongin had to learn that, too. But he understands. It’s hard. This job isn’t too kind to you if you’re young and horny.
Letting the topic go, he says, “You should ask Hyunjin-hyung for interior design tips, not me.”
“Ah, well, nevermind then.”
“Huh?”
Heeseung blinks at him. “What?”
“Why ‘nevermind’? Hyunjin-hyung is a great artist and he genuinely loves creating and designing, or even just brainstorming artistic ideas. He’d love to help you, if you’re being serious.”
“I am serious, but…”
“But what?”
Heeseung runs a hand through his hair. “Don’t tell him I said this, but… he kind of intimidates me."
Jeongin scrunches up his nose. Their Hyunjin? The one who eats sadly, can’t stop performing silly little dances during photo shoot breaks, spends literally all his free time reading politically correct novels or poetry, and melts into a puddle if you so much as compliment him? That Hyunjin, intimidating?
He says as much.
Heeseung sighs. “I know he’s nice and all, but he’s just… he’s kind of so pretty I feel bad just breathing next to him.”
Jeongin barks out a laugh. “Yah, I’m definitely going to tell him that–”
“Don’t you dare–”
“–but you’re a hypocrite, because you say that and then have no problem standing next to Sunghoon on stage.”
Heeseung cocks his head at him, and it’s kind of adorable the way his face switches from mildly embarrassed to confused; just Heeseung and his big, pretty bambi eyes. “What do you mean?”
Jeongin makes a dismissive gesture. “Nevermind.”
But it already clicked in Heeseung’s head and then he’s grinning. “Hey, don’t ‘nevermind’ me back now! I forgot that you think Sunghoon-ie is oh-so-pretty since, like, forever. You literally can’t shut up about him every time we talk. And here you go again!”
Jeongin rolls his eyes. “I just took you out for ramyeon and this is how you thank me? I’m going to kick you out if you don’t watch out.”
Heeseung completely ignores Jeongin’s threat. “Actually, I need everyone to stop feeding Sunghoon-ie’s ego because I don’t think any of us can handle if he becomes even more confident.”
“Tell him to stop posting thirst traps on TikTok then?”
Heeseung wiggles his eyebrows at him. “Why? Are they working on you?”
Jeongin grabs a pillow and hits Heeseung with it, who chokes on his own laughter and starts coughing violently.
“I wish you were this obsessed with me,” Heeseung jokes between coughs.
“The door is right there.”
Heeseung only chuckles.
The thing is, neither of the two expected to become friends when they first met. Jeongin still thinks they don’t really have a lot in common, except being chronically horny (something Heeseung only very recently and shyly admitted to him under the influence of a little too much alcohol, but which somehow made the two of them instantly feel closer to each other) and being trapped in a group with 6 and 7 incredibly talented (and pretty) guys respectively.
Still, Jeongin thinks he and Heeseung have more similarities than either of them with Beomgyu, though they love him dearly, too. But Seungmin-hyung, after quietly being in the room while Jeongin and Heeseung casually talked in a music show dressing room once, told Jeongin that he and Heeseung seem to naturally gravitate towards each other, especially when alone; that, even in their frequent awkwardness that comes from putting two introverts who are naturally easily embarrassed together, there is some quiet understanding, some underlying warmth and comfort between them.
Now, looking at Heeseung trying to dodge his pillow attacks, smiling at Jeongin with sparkling eyes and a flushed face, Jeongin starts to feel it, too.
He stops hitting him and pulls the pillow into his lap instead, squeezing Heeseung’s propped-up knee. He feels grateful all of a sudden for their friendship; to Beomgyu, for introducing them, and to Heeseung, for not turning Jeongin down when he first asked to grab dinner together and for carving out some space in his heart for him, no matter how small it may be (Jeongin hopes it’s not small at all).
Patting Heeseung’s knee, he says, “Don’t be jealous of Sunghoon, Heeseung-ah. You’re beautiful, too!”
“Ah, Jeongin…”
Heeseung instantly scratches his nose, trying to hide his face behind his hand. He only acknowledges Jeongin’s compliment with a dismissive gesture, but the smile tugging at the corners of his lips and the blush spreading to his ears betray him. Jeongin always likes to see Heeseung blush, because he likes how easy it is to get under his skin – much easier than with any of his own group members.
Heeseung clears his throat, still failing to hide his smile, and Jeongin thinks how pretty he looks like this and how much prettier he could look if Jeongin really tried to get under his skin. Jeongin was raised by seven men who taught him exactly how to flirt with another guy – sometimes that’s all Minho-hyung and Changbin-hyung do to Hannie-hyung and Hyunjin-hyung for an entire day – and Heeseung has always been so easy. It’s part of why Jeongin likes him so much. They’re the same age, but Heeseung makes him feel just a little powerful, and Jeongin thrives on it.
“Maybe I’m not bad, but I’m definitely not as pretty as Sunghoon-ie. Or Yongbok-hyung. He must be the prettiest out of all of us, no? It’s the freckles…”
Jeongin bites his lip. It feels odd hearing Heeseung talk about Felix-hyung that way. Not because he thinks it’s weird to say this, but because Heeseung is voicing out loud what Jeongin has been thinking since the dawn of time. He saw a post the other day, too, I.N is never beating the down-bad-for-Felix allegations (he had to use Google Translator for the last word), and hates how, just like the quote retweets on Twitter, he had absolutely nothing to say to his own defense. Felix-hyung is, in fact, stunning. And Jeongin is so glad he has Heeseung who thinks the same way, so it’s not weird when he replies,
“Right? He’s beautiful. His body is great too. He keeps working really hard on his abs because he doesn’t want to lose them. I keep telling him he looks great even without them, but he’s very strict with his body. Can’t say anyone in the team is complaining though. We all touch his abs all the time, even more so than Channie-hyung’s. Hannie-hyung and Hyunjin-hyung have been working out a lot too – with Changbin-hyung, and he doesn’t go easy on you, so you see results quickly. Everyone is getting abs, except maybe Seungmin-hyung, but he doesn’t need them either, he’s naturally handsome. So I’ve been feeling like I need to put in more effort into my body, too. Sometimes we all gather around just to touch each other’s abs after working out and see who’s got the best body.”
Jeongin didn’t even notice until now that he started rambling. He realizes in hindsight that maybe some of their group’s bonding practices could seem a little weird or gay to outsiders. Stray Kids have always been close from the beginning, because they knew each other well and were friends before they even had their debut (Jeongin is so lucky to be in the group that he is), so their bond is special and physical affection is a big part of how they show their appreciation for each other – some members more than others, of course.
Jeongin hopes he hasn’t scared Heeseung off now though. Enhypen doesn’t seem like they’re physically very close with each other, at least from what Jeongin could tell from the few times he’s seen them all together (always with cameras around, never truly privately). But you never know. They could all fall asleep in one big cuddle pile for all Jeongin knows.
Jeongin tries to will away his blush and takes a sip from the water bottle on his bed. Just to make sure Heeseung is still comfortable, he asks, “Sorry, is that weird?”
But Heeseung, who has been listening very intently, just licks his lips and shakes his head. “No, no, I get that. Honestly. You know I told you I like physical affection like that, too, right? I mean, it’s just a way of appreciating your friends. If I was in your group, I would never stop touching the guys' abs either. Especially Yongbok-hyung, he’s so pretty yet so sexy.”
Something about Heeseung lying in Jeongin’s bed, calling Felix-hyung by his Korean name while saying the man is sexy is suddenly incredibly hot. Jeongin shifts where he’s leaning against the headboard, glad he’s pulled a pillow in his lap. They’ve been talking too much about pretty men. Usually, Jeongin pushes those kinds of thought about his members down – who would he mention them to anyway? Certainly not his members, and his friends from Busan wouldn’t understand what it’s like to be surrounded by a bunch of attractive men 24/7 – but with Heeseung indulging him, Jeongin can only take so much.
Though he doesn’t know how they got here – talking about each other’s members like this – now that they’ve started, he feels like he can’t stop. “Yeah, Felix-hyung is so cute, yet so hot. Kind of like Jake? Is it because they’re Australian? Their accents are kind of hot, too. And I saw Jake dance to Guilty, how his abs flashed… And he had to do it twice because he couldn’t get his hand through his shirt properly the first time, which was kind of cute... I wonder if–”
He cuts himself off. Saying I wonder if running my hands over Jake’s abs would feel the same as it does with Felix-hyung’s might be going too far. Jake is one of Heeseung’s best friends, after all.
Jeongin feels the blood rush through his ears. Heeseung is still listening to him intently, clinging to his every word. He sits completely still, his mouth slightly parted, lips shiny and spit-slick and complimenting the purple-red-ish hue of his hair. Jeongin feels lightheaded.
“Anyway, what I meant to say is, how is every single one in your group so hot?”
Heeseung tilts his head back, not looking at Jeongin anymore now that it’s his turn to say something. A deep flush is creeping up his exposed neckline, coloring his cheeks and ears a pretty shade of pink. Heeseung’s side profile is to die for, the slight flutter of his lashes when he blinks mesmerising.
“You’re one to talk, when Hyunjin-hyung did Guilty too, and I almost lost my mind. He dances so well. Ni-Ki showed me; he loves Hyunjin-hyung, seriously, he never shuts up about how cool and sweet and talented he is after they film a challenge together. Anyhow, I couldn’t decide who was sexier between the two of them. Felt like a whole crisis.”
Heeseung chuckles, gaze fixated on the cream-colored ceiling.
“And then Ni-Ki did Guilty not too long ago,” Jeongin says.
Heeseung groans exasperated, closing his eyes, and the flush on his face deepens. “Don’t remind me.”
“It was so sexy.”
“I can’t believe he’s a man now. I watched him grow up. I raised him.”
“He’s so tall now.”
“His voice sounds so hot too these days. Listening to him record in the studio makes me crazy. He’s almost got a voice like Yongbok-hyung.”
“Yeah, I wonder what they’d sound like all fucked out.”
Jeongin’s mouth is faster than his brain. He’d said it before he could even properly think about it.
Heeseung gasps, and Jeongin is mortified. “Oh.”
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I–”
“Jeongin-ah…”
He wants to die. Surely he’s crossed the line now. Why did he say that? He didn’t mean to say it, he was just thinking it. Leave it to Jeongin to ruin a great friendship by letting his horniness take over his brain.
But Heeseung can’t possibly believe he was being serious, right? So surely he can just play it off like a really bad joke, right?
Forcing a smile, Jeongin hits Heeseung playfully with his shoulder. “Yah, Heeseung-ah, what are we even talking about right now?”
He chuckles awkwardly, pinching his eyebrows and shaking his head as he tries to ease the tension by acting like it’s all so ridiculous. Like the pillow in his lap isn’t on the verge of hiding an actual problem if he spins his previous thought to the end.
Heeseung swallows. He’s not looking at Jeongin anymore. He takes some time to answer, but when he does, there‘s an unmistakable tremble in his voice. “I... I don’t know.” He shifts in his position, and his breath hitches slightly as he presses his legs closer together. “But… it’s kind of making me hard.”
The smile falls from Jeongin’s face as fast as it came. Slowly, Heeseung tilts his head and blinks at Jeongin, like a sweet cat who wants to make friends, but his pupils are blown and his eyes are filled with something dark and desperate. Heeseung watches Jeongin’s flushed face carefully, trying to gauge his reaction as he slowly lowers the leg he’d had propped up the entire time.
Jeongin hadn’t noticed how conveniently it covered Heeseung’s crotch. Now, with both legs flat on top of the blanket, the outline of Heeseung’s half-hard cock is clearly visible through the gray fabric of his sweats. A shiver runs down Jeongin’s spine. Heeseung’s chest rises and falls rapidly, his right hand fisted into the fabric of his sweats, and Jeongin feels like they’re on the verge of crossing a line from which they will never be able to return.
He remembers telling Heeseung, during that one fateful night, that sometimes he feels so horny he wouldn’t even mind if it was a man’s hand or mouth around his cock instead of a woman’s. He’d noticed then the way Heeseung had been frozen on the spot, but he hadn’t replied, so Jeongin had thought he was either drunk or found it weird and quickly moved on.
Jeongin needs to take that back now, because he doesn’t think he could want anything more right now than for the person to touch his rapidly hardening cock to be Heeseung. Jeongin loves boobs and pussy, seriously, but the way Heeseung’s shirt sits so low on his flat chest it exposes his collarbones, and the way his cock visibly twitches when Heeseung presses just his thumb against what Jeongin assumes is his slit, is the single hottest thing he’s ever seen. Potentially only secondary to that one MAMA clip of Sunghoon pretending to drink blood from a cup and then licking it off his lips. Maybe Jeongin should not still be thinking of Sunghoon when Heeseung is right there, but he can’t help it; that clip changed his entire life and made him realize a lot about himself.
Jeongin is still too shocked to say anything, though. Silence stretches between them like chewing gum, and it’s Heeseung who breaks it first, pulling his legs over the edge of his side of the bed and facing away from Jeongin. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I’ll leave now. I made it weird.”
But before Heeseung can get up, Jeongin reaches over to put his right hand on Heeseung’s shoulder, light enough that he could pull away if he wanted to, but Heeseung only shakes a little at the touch. “No,” he says. “Stay. Please.”
Heeseung does as he’s told, staying seated at the edge of the bed, still facing away from Jeongin. The pillow falls from Jeongin’s lap and he kicks it off the bed as he crawls over, kneeling behind Heeseung and wrapping his free hand around his friend’s waist. He presses his right thumb into Heeseung’s exposed flesh, right where his neck meets his shoulder, rubbing small circles into his skin as he splays the fingers of his left hand out over Heeseung’s stomach. He feels that Heeseung is holding his breath and how hot he burns. Jeongin bumps his nose against the back of Heeseung’s neck, getting a whiff of his shampoo that smells a lot like the one Channie-hyung uses, before moving closer to Heeseung’s burning red ear.
“It’s okay. It was already weird before. You’re okay.”
Heeseung lets out a shaky breath, whimpering slightly when Jeongin rubs his nose against the side of his neck because Heeseung smells fucking amazing and Jeongin wonders if he’d taste good, too.
“Your shampoo smells like Channie-hyung’s,” he whispers, feeling the tremble run through Heeseung’s body as his lips graze Heeseung’s skin with every word.
“You–” Heeseung starts, clearing his throat, “Your cologne is the same as Jungwon’s.”
Jeongin smiles against his skin. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
He swallows. “Jungwon is really pretty. He dances so well, too. Makes me wonder…” His own heart beats in his throat as he tightens his grip on Heeseung’s shoulder and slips the hand on his stomach under his shirt, fingertips grazing over Heeseung’s perfectly soft tummy. Heeseung whimpers again. “… wouldn’t Jungwon look so pretty fucked out, too?”
“Jeongin-ah, please, you can’t–”
Jeongin removes all his hands at once, but Heeseung’s body has gone so limp in his hold he almost falls straight back into his lap. Jeongin feels hot all over, so hard by now it hurts. He still feels the warmth of Heeseung’s back against his chest, still smells him in his nose.
Jeongin gets why Jungwon is Enhypen’s leader now, and not Heeseung; all you’d need to do to break Heeseung is a few well-placed touches and some nasty words. Jeongin almost gets dizzy with all the possibilities presenting himself to him – if Heeseung wants it too, that is.
“Heeseung. Look at me.”
When Heeseung turns his head, his eyes are already starting to glaze over, and there’s some primal urge inside Jeongin telling him that there’s no way he’s letting Heeseung leave his house like this without making him feel good first. And isn’t that what friends do, make each other feel good?
Besides, “If you’re weird, then I am too. We can be weird together, right? If you want?”
Another few seconds of silence, in which Jeongin can watch the gears in Heeseung’s head turn. Heeseung is gnawing on his lower lip, a bad habit he told Jeongin he’d taken over from Jake, and Jeongin twitches with the urge to dash forward and take his lips between his own teeth instead.
Eventually, Heeseung runs a hand through his hair, making it stick up in all directions due to the gel his stylists had put in it this morning. He already looks so disheveled Jeongin feels a little bit insane. Yet Heeseung is still as soft and pretty as ever in the warm glow of the evening sun, and Jeongin may just eat him whole.
“Jeongin-ah, we can’t tell anyone about this.”
And that’s as much of a confirmation as he gets before Heeseung is sliding into his lap, burying his face in the crook of Jeongin’s neck and sighing when he gets to rub his face against his skin. Jeongin curses because Heeseung is hard as a rock and now his entire length rubs against Jeongin’s abs through their clothes. Jeongin’s cock presses against Heeseung’s ass, and what a nice ass it is. Small but really bouncy, isn’t that what Heeseung said himself? Jeongin needs to test that out himself.
Now that they’re on the same page that they’re going to do this, whatever this is, Jeongin realizes that he has no idea what to do. He’s got a lap full of Lee Heeseung, but he doesn’t know what his friend wants him to do, or how far he’s willing to take this. Was all that talk about their group members’ bodies doing it for Heeseung just as much as it was for Jeongin? Or does Heeseung really just want him (a thought Jeongin likes just as much) and bringing up any of their other members would be weird from now on?
Jeongin wraps his arms around Heeseung, holding him tight. “Tell me what you want.”
“Mhhh,” Heeseung murmurs against Jeongin’s neck, teeth grazing over the bulging vein on his neck. Briefly, Jeongin wonders if Heeseung would bite him like he and his members sing about in their songs; like the vampires they’re supposed to be. If he’d draw blood and lick Jeongin clean afterwards. “Talk to me more, Jeongin-ah, please.”
Heeseung lightly bites Jeongin’s earlobe, pulling on it with his teeth and making Jeongin’s cock twitch in his pants. In return, Jeongin licks a stripe up from the dip of Heeseung’s collarbone to his chin. He tastes of salt and sweat and Heeseung and Jeongin wonders if any of the other members ever got to taste him like this. Now that he knows Heeseung thinks like that about his own members, too, maybe something has happened before? With Sunghoon maybe? Or Sunoo?
Jeongin has never been touched like this by his members and it’s probably weird to think so, but when Heeseung bites him again and Jeongin closes his eyes he can almost imagine the tall, lean figure in his lap to be Hyunjin- or Seungmin-hyung. Sunghoon would probably feel a bit like this, too, with his and Heeseung’s similar statures, but his pretty fangs would hurt more if he bit him and he’d leave behind two marks in the shape of his teeth. The thought only makes Jeongin harder.
Teasingly, Jeongin hooks his thumb into the waistband of Heeseung’s sweats, pulling it from his skin and letting it snap back. Heeseung mewls. “Talk to you about what?”
“Everything. Everyone.”
Jeongin does it again, lets the elastic snap against his ass, reveling in the way Heeseung pulls closer, latches onto his skin with his mouth and starts nibbling on his jaw. Jeongin tilts his head to give him more space, noticing with an erratic heartbeat that Heeseung keeps moving closer to his mouth with every bite. His other hand slips underneath Heeseung’s shirt, nails scraping down his back so he can commit the shape of Heeseung’s spine to memory.
“Everyone?”
Heeseung nods. “When we talked about Jaeyun-ie, and Yongbokie-hyung, and the others… I liked that. I liked… imagining everything.”
“Imagining touching them?”
“Yeah.”
Jeongin hums. “They feel nice. My members, at least. Minho-hyung always burns so warm, and Seungmin-hyung’s skin is so soft. Felix- and Hannie-hyung like to cuddle sometimes, too, and we’d curl up on couch, just the three of us, and watch a movie, and Hannie-hyung would let me touch his biceps or his muscly back and Felix-hyung would let me touch his soft abs some more.”
Heeseung audibly moans, and a rush of adrenalin runs through Jeongin when he realizes this is how they’re going to do this; they’re really going to get off imagining all the things they want to do to each other’s best friends.
“I want to touch them so bad. Jeongin-ah, I–”
And then Heeseung is kissing him, slipping his tongue into Jeongin’s mouth and swallowing down their moans. Heeseung kisses just like how Jeongin thought he would – eager, a little desperate, and unfairly skilled. He runs his tongue along Jeongin’s upper teeth and bites down on his lip when he pulls away to breathe, then dives back in to lick into his mouth, pushing all the spit that’s dribbling down Jeongin’s chin back into his mouth and making him swallow. Even when they part, Heeseung points his tongue and licks up his lips, letting Jeongin chase after him before leaning in again.
Heeseung is so sexy and it drives Jeongin crazy.
When he uses a hand to grab a fistful of Jeongin’s hair, tilting his head however he likes, Jeongin’s cock jumps and he feels precome ooze from his tip, wetting his underwear. He needs to get them both naked soon or he’s going to lose his mind.
Eventually, Heeseung pulls back and lets him breathe again, instead going back to littering his neck in small bites that make Jeongin’s cock twitch with each graze of his teeth. Jeongin sighs and asks, “And do you want my friends to touch you too?”
Heeseung nods so fast his head knocks against Jeongin’s jaw. “Yes.”
“Hyunjin-hyung?”
“Yes.”
“Mhh. I bet he’d know exactly how to move his hips right. In fact, I know he would. I watch him roll his hips all the time for our choreos. And his cock is big, too, I’ve seen it, and he’s a hopeless romantic. You’d love him.”
Jeongin can feel the way Heeseung’s cock jumps at his words, and then Heeseung starts grinding on his lap in smooth little figure eights that do the most to get Jeongin off, too. He wants to grab Heeseung’s cock, but they’re pressed so close together he can’t wedge his hand between them. Instead, he pushes one hand into the back of Heeseung’s sweats, and Heeseung gasps prettily when the tip of Jeongin’s finger slips between his cheeks.
“Seungmin-hyung is so handsome, too,” he continues. “He’s got that cute puppy vibe. Like Jake. They’re a lot alike, actually, in their features. Their lips look so soft, like everything else about them. Sometimes I look at them and think how pretty they’d look with a matching pair of puppy ears, maybe collars, too. I’d have them kneel on the floor by your feet and make you feel good while I watch.”
Jeongin’s finger slips lower, and when Heeseung doesn’t protest, he tentatively presses it against his hole. It’s way too dry to push in without hurting him, but when he pretends like he’s trying to push inside anyway, Heeseung curses and moans so loud Jeongin sends a thank-you prayer to the heavens that Channie-hyung has a late-night vlog schedule, because he would have definitely heard that across the hallway.
“Everyone always forgets about Seungmin-hyung, you know,” Jeongin whispers into his ear, pushing against Heeseung’s hole. “They don’t know he’s got strong thighs, and I know he’d like to be a little mean. Begging doesn’t work on him.” He smirks against Heeseung’s skin. “Something tells me you’d like it if someone was a little mean to you.”
Heeseung whines, biting the exposed part of Jeongin’s shoulder hard. He uses the hand that isn’t buried in Jeongin’s hair to poke his waist, and Jeongin is unfortunately incredibly ticklish so he lets out an embarrassing yelp. But before Heeseung can do it again, he catches his wrist and pins it against his waist.
“Shut up,” Heeseung hisses, but Jeongin can hear the smile in his voice.
“Make me.”
“That’s such a corny line, you know.”
“Then why did your cock just twitch?”
“You’re insufferable.”
“I’m indulging you.”
“Mhh.” Carefully, Heeseung scratches Jeongin’s scalp, and Jeongin’s eyes flutter close. His voice softens when he says, “You are. Thank you.”
Jeongin’s heart skips a beat.
He’s also so hard it hurts.
“Would you want one of my members to fuck you, then?” he asks.
Heeseung breathes shakily. “Yes. I’d let anyone in your group fuck me.”
And here Jeongin was, thinking he was the hornier one of the two. “Anyone?”
“Yeah.”
“Minho-hyung?”
“Yeah. He’s so pretty.”
“Would you let Channie-hyung fuck you? Or Changbin-hyung?”
“Yeah.”
“Mhh, good choice. They could fuck you against the wall since they’re all so strong. They’re all shorter than you, but they’d still throw you around.” Heeseung moans. When he pushes his ass back against Jeongin’s single finger, Jeongin’s patience snaps. “Will you let me fuck you? Right now?”
“Please,” Heeseung whines instantly, like he'd just been waiting for Jeongin to ask, and if that isn’t enough to make Jeongin almost come in his pants like some teenager.
“You’re so hot, Jesus Christ,” he murmurs as he pushes Heeseung off his lap, laying him down on the bed and settling between his thighs.
Heeseung is so hard he’s leaking, a small wet spot having formed on his sweats where precome seeped even through two layers of clothes. Jeongin hopes this isn’t a one-time thing because at some point he absolutely needs to put his mouth on Heeseung’s cock and take his sweet time with him. He wishes they had just a few more hours so he could drag this out and make Heeseung come once, maybe even twice before getting inside him, but that is for another time, perhaps.
He helps Heeseung slip his own shirt off, then lets Heeseung take Jeongin’s off, too. Heeseung practically drools at the sight of his abs, shiny from sweat as they’d been pressed together for so long, and Jeongin is so glad all the workouts with Changbin-hyung paid off, if just to have Heeseung make grabby hands at him like this.
“You’re so sexy, Jeongin-ah. Come here, please. Let me kiss you more.”
Jeongin tosses his shirt to the side, shaking his head in amusement. “You’re really so needy.”
Heeseung scoffs, raising an eyebrow at him. “I don’t see you having a problem with that though.”
“Nope. No problem.” Jeongin leans down then, letting his full weight rest on Heeseung’s body. He grinds their hips together one, two, three times, hissing at how good Heeseung feels under him. “Just thinking about what your members would think if they saw you like this.” Heeseung whimpers at the thought and clamps his legs around Jeongin’s hips, trying to pull him even closer. “You’re so eager to get literally anyone’s cock in you, even someone who’s not in your own group. What would they say? You think they’d put a Welcome home, cheater sign at your door when you get back?”
Heeseung doesn’t even have time to reply because then Jeongin presses their mouths together again and he just melts. Jeongin moans when Heeseung claws at his shoulder blades, nails scratching down his naked back. Goosebumps spread across his skin and he knows he’s going to have to hide all those marks when Channie-hyung comes home later, but the thought only makes him hotter.
Jeongin feels breathless quicker than before and soon he’s only lapping at Heeseung’s lips instead of truly kissing him, so he pulls back to look at him. The longer strands of Heeseung’s red hair are splayed out over his pillow and he’s still flushed all over, blinking up at Jeongin with dark, desiring eyes. Everything about Heeseung is beautiful and ethereal and perfect, even as Jeongin works hard to ruin him.
He traces Heeseung’s jaw with his fingers, rubbing their mixed spit into his skin, before wordlessly slipping two of his fingers into Heeseung’s mouth. Heeseung takes them eagerly, swirling his slick tongue around them in a way that makes Jeongin desperate to feel it slide up and down his dick (next time, hopefully). It makes Jeongin’s cock leak that Heeseung knows exactly what his job is as he’s holding onto Jeongin’s wrist to push his fingers deeper, almost gagging himself, so that by the time he pulls them out they’re dripping with spit.
Jeongin scoots back and Heeseung awkwardly shuffles out of his sweats. He moans when his cock hits his stomach with an obscene smack, a sticky line connecting his tip to his abs. The head of his cock is flushed the same shade of red as his lips and his ears, and Jeongin can’t wait to get his hands on it.
He pushes Heeseung’s legs apart with his knees, dry hand bending one of Heeseung’s legs and pressing it down towards his chest to give himself more space. When he slips the first wet knuckle into him, Heeseung sighs contently, eyes squeezed shut. Jeongin carefully pushes in, inch by maddening inch, until he’s got the first whole finger inside him and Heeseung lets out a shaky breath. Jeongin moves his finger a little, his watchful gaze never once leaving Heeseung’s face, and by the time he’s effortlessly pumping it in and out, Heeseung throws his head back and is already pushing down for more.
“Fuck, Jeongin-ah, how are your fingers so long?”
Jeongin smirks. He knows he’s got really nice hands, but it boosts his ego to hear Heeseung praise him. He curls his finger, pushing and pulling on Heeseung’s tight rim until his friend moans and clenches around him.
“How about you tell me who in Enhypen has nice hands?”
“Ah– Jaeyun-ie, definitely.” Heeseung’s breath hitches. “Ni-Ki. Jongseong-ie too.”
Jeongin starts to squeeze in his second finger then, and Heeseung’s cock twitches right in front of his face. He can’t help but lean down and lap at it, then lick a long stripe from his balls all the way to his sticky tip. Heeseung’s whole body trembles at the wet touch and Jeongin has a hard time holding him still, giving little kitten-licks to his tip and swallowing down his bitter taste. He thinks about Jungwon, who’s Enhypen’s designated cat boy, and how pretty he’d look mouthing at Jeongin’s cock, looking up at him with his sharp cat eyes as he sucks him dry.
Jeongin’s got both his fingers inside Heeseung now, opening him up and occasionally letting his thumb catch on his rim to tease his hole. Heeseung is fun to play with, reacting to every new combination of movements Jeongin comes up with with sweet little sounds. Jeongin twists his hand and curls his fingers and when Heeseung moans especially loud, Jeongin can taste him again on his tongue. He keeps thrusting against the same spot inside him, grinding his fingers against it, then pushing almost all the way out only to slide back in deeper. Heeseung lets out the prettiest moans each time he does it.
Keeping his lips pressed tightly against Heeseung’s shaft, Jeongin muses, “I bet Jay could fuck you like this, too, if he’s got hands like mine. He seems like the type of guy who’d be really good with his fingers. He plays guitar, right? That’s hot. Watched his Bon Jovi cover and kept thinking about how nice his fingers would feel wrapped around my cock.”
“Ah, he’s so good,” Heeseung whines, “so hot. He’s got that aura, I can’t describe it, but– oh– he’d be good. And he’d make you dinner afterwards, too.”
“Mhh,” Jeongin murmurs, mouthing at Heeseung’s balls. “How romantic.”
Jeongin kisses the side of Heeseung’s cock, then pulls back just a little to spit on him. He spreads the wetness with his palm and strokes him.
“Jeongin-ah, plea– ah– fuck me.”
Heeseung’s cock fits perfectly into his hand, and Jeongin digs his thumb into his slit until it dribbles precome all over his hand. That sight alone is enough to make Jeongin lose his mind.
He orders Heeseung to reach for the lube in his bedside drawer, using some of it to push three sticky fingers inside him for good measure. He gets him all wet and loose, still pumping his cock slowly with his other hand, just enough to drive him crazy (because if Heeseung likes it when someone is a little mean to him, then Jeongin would like to be the one to do it). When he pulls his fingers out, Heeseung’s hole gapes a little until Jeongin’s hand on his cock makes him clench up again, and he can’t wait a single second longer.
He takes off his jeans and thoroughly ruined underwear, moaning in relief when he gets to put a hand around himself for the first time since they started this. But Heeseung pulls him down for another messy kiss, shoving Jeongin’s hand off his cock and wrapping his own around him instead. He curses and gives Jeongin just a few dry strokes before he lines both their cocks up, wrapping his hand around them both and squeezing tight.
“Fuck, Heeseung–”
“Yeah–”
The friction is dry and it hurts a little – it’s too much too fast – but Heeseung just squeezes even harder, creating an even tighter hole for them to fuck into.
“Hee– oh my God.”
Heeseung kisses the corners of Jeongin’s lips, his free hand resting on Jeongin’s sharp cheekbone, thumb pressing into the hollow below his cheek. “I’m so glad you call me by name. I could never actually do this with someone who calls me ‘hyung’, especially my members. I’m the mathyung, I’m supposed to protect them, not corrupt them.”
Jeongin nods. He’s the youngest in his group, but he thinks he understands what Heeseung means, even in his current state.
“If it makes you feel more comfortable,” he pants, “you can call me ‘hyung’ instead.”
It was meant to be a joke, but then Heeseung snorts and says, “Okay, hyung” in an overexaggerated manner, and hearing him say that makes Jeongin’s cock involuntarily twitch in Heeseung’s hold.
Heeseung clearly feels it, and he barks out a laugh. “Jesus, that maknae on top thing really got to your head huh?”
”Shut up,” Jeongin threatens, hiding his face in the crook of Heeseung’s neck to bite and nip at the prominent shape of his collarbones. “Was just offering for you.”
“I know.” Heeseung runs a soft hand through his hair, pressing his head closer to his chest and letting Jeongin mark him up. “I suppose it could be kinda hot.”
Jeongin smirks, licking over the bruises forming on Heeseung’s golden skin. “I bet some of your members would like it if you called them that.”
He grinds against him and Heeseung curses under his breath, mouthing the words “Jay-hyung” and “Jungwon-hyung” against Jeongin’s temple. His hand on their cocks has stilled and Jeongin knows it’s because he would have come otherwise; that thought alone is enough to make Jeongin bite down on Heeseung’s chest to muffle his moan. He’s really hit the jackpot with him.
He pushes himself up, reaching for the lube and slicking up his pulsing cock. He presses the tip to Heeseung’s hole, but instead of pushing in, he rubs the head along Heeseung’s crack, getting him all messy and sticky. Jeongin relishes in the impatient whines and little whimpers Heeseung lets out every time his tip catches on his rim, hole red and puffy and winking at him with every other movement. Jeongin might die at the view before he even gets inside him.
“Jeongin-ah, please,” Heeseung begs, “stop playing and fuck me.” And Jeongin is about to tease him for being so eager again, but his words die in his throat when Heeseung continues, “Or would you rather fuck our pretty Sunghoon-ie?”
Jeongin’s breath hitches. He loses the grip on his own cock and hisses as it slips out from between Heeseung’s cheeks. Heeseung has a pleased smile on his face and a shiver runs down Jeongin’s spine at the mental image of Sunghoon below him, his thick eyebrows scrunched up in pleasure, dark hair falling into his eyes and his sharp canines showing with every moan he lets out as Jeongin’s cock drives into him relentlessly. His pale skin would bruise like a peach and Jeongin would press his thumb into every purple and blue spot to watch the beautiful man below him shudder.
“Shit, you really do, don’t you?” Heeseung says, gaze fixed on Jeongin's face. “You want to fuck Sunghoon-ie so bad, at least since that MAMA performance. You were too shy to tell him yourself, so you came to me to say how beautiful he looked. He was so pleased when I told him. You know what? He’d look even more beautiful split open on your cock. He’s so pretty when he cries. I bet if you kissed Sunghoon-ie, you’d cut your tongue on his teeth.”
Jeongin groans. “Fuck. You’re evil.”
Heeseung smirks. “I know. Now, are you actually waiting for me to beg for your cock, or?”
A hot flush spreads through Jeongin’s body. “Ah– would you?”
Heeseung snorts, then bites his finger to stifle his laugh. “You should see your face.”
As a reply Jeongin tugs harshly at Heeseung’s cock, then squeezes him so tightly at the base Heeseung chokes on his breath. “Careful. I’m not a vampire, but I can bite, too.”
Heeseung groans. “Fuck… I’m not gonna beg for your cock, but you know who would? Jaeyun-ie. He once begged me for the last pack of ramyeon for a solid fifteen minutes. He wouldn’t be above begging for your cock.”
“Jesus Christ–”
That’s a picture Jeongin can get behind. He’s seen some clips of Jake muttering “Please” over and over again when he wanted something from their staff, and he’d briefly talked to him after Felix-hyung had filmed a challenge with him at Music Bank, where Jeongin had noticed the soft tone of Jake’s voice and how prettily his foreign accent wrapped around Korean syllables. Yeah, Jeongin would make Jake beg for his cock. Maybe him and Felix-hyung, both.
Jeongin starts to push the head of his cock against Heeseung’s rim and this time, he doesn’t stop. The head slips inside easily, Heeseung’s greedy hole sucking him right in, and he’s so tight, so warm and wet as he carves himself a space inside Heeseung’s ass. Even just putting the tip in feels so good Jeongin might just get addicted. Would Jake be this tight too after he’d made him cry and beg for his cock?
“This is so wrong,” he thinks out loud, even as he keeps pushing in slowly, deeper, letting Heeseung feel every inch of him.
“I know, but it’s so hot.”
When Jeongin is fully inside him, Heeseung wraps his legs around him again. He waits until Heeseung tells him that he can move, and once he does, Jeongin can’t take his eyes away from where they’re connected. He watches his cock stretch Heeseung open wide, pulling almost completely out just to push back in a little deeper with every thrust. There’s so much lube, it drips from Heeseung’s hole onto his thighs. Heeseung feels so hot he’s almost burning Jeongin inside out, pearls of sweat running down his temple and splashing onto Heeseung’s chest. But Heeseung doesn’t even notice it, too wrapped up in the feeling of being filled so completely.
“Good?” Jeongin asks once he’s found a steady rhythm, pushing Heeseung up and down his bed a little with every thrust.
“So good,” Heeseung pants, pulling him in for another bruising kiss.
When Jeongin sucks his tongue into his mouth, Heeseung clenches around him and Jeongin’s hips stutter. “Ah– you’re so tight, Heeseung-ah– mh–” he moans between kisses, feeling his control slip with every thrust.
“And you’re so deep– mhh– I feel so full, fuck–”
Jeongin groans at that, splaying his hand out over Heeseung’s stomach. He can’t feel his cock in him, but just to know that he’s right there inside him makes Jeongin completely lose his rhythm, thrusts turning messy and uncoordinated. Heeseung breathes his name into his mouth like a mantra.
Jeongin is focused on Heeseung’s pretty face, how his eyelids flutter close and his lips tremble, letting out little ah-ah-ahs at every thrust. When Heeseung turns quiet and his body grips Jeongin impossibly tighter, Jeongin wonders what he’s thinking about.
No, not what.
Who.
“Anyone,” Heeseung breathes against his neck when Jeongin asks, heels digging into the small of Jeongin’s back. “Everyone.”
Jeongin can’t even be mad. His mind wanders, too, and when Heeseung lets out a particularly high-pitched whine once Jeongin hits his spot right on, he’s suddenly reminded of Sunoo’s angelic voice. Sunoo, who is so pretty, so soft; feminine, but in a different way than Felix- or Hyunjin-hyung. Jeongin catches himself sometimes watching his fancams, mesmerised by the way Sunoo’s body moves so delicately, eyes dark and sultry, like a feline trying to lure in its prey. Jeongin wants him under him, wants to open his perfectly plump lips with his cock and caress his flawless, glowing honey skin as his tip touches the back of Sunoo’s throat. Sunoo has a pretty voice, too, just like Heeseung, and Jeongin wants to hear what it would sound like muffled around his cock.
When Jeongin changes his angle by throwing one of Heeseung’s legs over his shoulders, he notes with satisfaction how Heeseung’s face scrunches up in pleasure and his breath gets stuck in his throat, his pretty sounds getting progressively louder. “Ah– ah– right there, I’m– mh– already close.”
Jeongin pushes his fingers back into Heeseung’s mouth, just because he likes what Heeseung looks like with his mouth full, and with his other hand he keeps him pressed into the mattress so he can fuck him just that little bit harder. He wants to make Heeseung fall apart, and despite all the things they talked about, he wants it to be his name Heeseung moans when he comes all over himself.
“Are you close too?” Heeseung asks when Jeongin pulls his wet fingers back to play with one of Heeseung’s nipples.
Jeongin hums. “Just a bit more. You can come though.”
When Jeongin leans down to take one of Heeseung’s nipples in his mouth, almost bending him in half, Heeseung outright whimpers. “Hngh– Jeongin-ah, mh– you can imagine I’m Sunghoon-ie, or anyone else, if tha– ah– that makes it better for you.”
Jeongin growls. In a sudden surge of possessiveness, he clasps his hand around Heeseung’s jaw, keeping him in place as he bites his lower lip hard. He swallows Heeseung’s surprised yelp, then licks all the way up from his mouth to his ear. Gripping Heeseung’s thigh so hard he might bruise, he hisses, “No. I like the things we talked about, but I don’t want to be fucking anyone but you.”
If he’d known that it is this which makes Heeseung come, Jeongin would have at least had the courtesy to stroke his cock through it. Alas, he can only feel in shock as Heeseung gets impossibly tighter around him, back arching and his painfully hard cock twitching between their stomachs. Jeongin hasn’t played with it since he’d gotten his dick inside him, but Heeseung’s slick head drags against Jeongin’s abs with each thrusts.
“Jeongin-ah, gonna come– ah– I’m– mhh–”
Jeongin bites down on his earlobe, pleased that he’s got Heeseung this far, then pulls himself up just in time to watch the final ropes of cum spurt out of Heeseung’s cock. He’s making a sticky mess all over himself, while some come runs down his shaft in thick white pearls. His eyes flutter close and his lips are parted to expose his tongue caught between his own teeth to stifle a scream. Sweat and Jeongin's spit glisten on his chin, neck and chest, and Jeongin is not surprised that Heeseung looks beautiful even when he comes; maybe even more so knowing it was Jeongin who made him fall apart. They may have talked about the other members, but it’s still his cock inside Heeseung, and his mouth whispering all the nasty things they’ve ever fantasized about into his ear.
Jeongin fucks him through his orgasm, grinding into him lazily and only stilling his hips once Heeseung starts whimpering. But Heeseung encourages him to keep going, pulling him in with one leg still wrapped around his hip and touching Jeongin’s stomach clumsily, as close to the cock inside him as he can reach.
Heeseung has that post-orgasm glow Jeongin has only ever read about in books, beautifully emphasized by the last rays of sunlight filtering into the bedroom and tinging Heeseung’s skin in honey-golden hues. Now that he came he suddenly seems shy again, biting the back of his hand as his ears turn a darker shade of pink. Still, he keeps eye contact as Jeongin picks up a steady pace, watches his friend run two fingers through the mess on his stomach and rub the come into his skin.
“Where do you want it?” Jeongin asks when he feels his orgasm build, breathless and trembling, and Heeseung throws his head back and whimpers.
“Ah— Wherever you want.”
Jeongin curses and drops Heeseung’s leg so he can pull his entire body closer by the waist. Heeseung yelps as he’s being manhandled, Jeongin lifting up his ass like he weighs nothing and pushing a discarded pillow under him, so he can bury his whole cock in him at a better angle. His balls slap against Heeseung’s ass obscenely with every thrust, leaving Jeongin moaning.
“Please,” Heeseung breathes when he realizes Jeongin only slides in deeper, having no intention of pulling out before he comes. His softening cock twitches on his sticky stomach. “Fill me up.”
“Yeah yeah, I will, ah–”
Jeongin is close, can feel the effect Heeseung's orgasm has on how tight he is, forcing Jeongin to gather all his strength to still push all the way inside him with every thrust. Heeseung's gone boneless in his grasp, soft and pliant and whimpering beneath him, letting Jeongin use him like a ragdoll to get off. His pretty eyes are squeezed shut, lashes clumped together wetly, fanning over his high cheekbones, and he quietly whispers “Hyung, hyung” under his breath. Jeongin growls and his cock pulses inside him, so Heeseung says it again, louder this time, and when he purposefully clenches up so tight it’s almost painful, Jeongin can't drag it out any longer. His whole body tenses, his grip on Heeseung's waist tightens as his nails dig into skin, and he finally comes.
Hips stuttering, Jeongin groans when he feels himself spill inside his friend, shaking and marking him up with his come. All tension leaves him at once and he falls on top of Heeseung, sticky chest be damned, and keeps grinding his cock into him with quiet moans to ride out his orgasm. Heeseung keeps clenching around him, milking him dry and being so good for him Jeongin feels like he’s been sent to Heaven. He only stops moving his hips once the overstimulation hits and Heeseung pulls him in for a kiss, surprisingly soft and sweet, which ends with Heeseung smiling stupidly against his lips. Jeongin kisses the corner of his swollen mouth and the tip of his nose, squeezing the dip of his waist where he feels the crescent-moon-shaped imprints of his nails. Then he pushes himself up to pull out.
Heeseung hisses when his cock slips out and Jeongin could almost get hard again at the obscene sight of his friend’s used hole gaping and leaking his come. Feeling delirious, he presses the head of his cock under Heeseug’s rim, letting some of it drip onto him before pushing in again, fucking his come back inside him. It makes a nasty wet sound and Jeongin does it twice more, biting his tongue at how Heeseung's hole swallows him right back up, gooey come frothing around his puffy rim. It hurts yet Jeongin feels like he could actually get hard again if he tried. He manages to stick two fingers inside Heeseung's messy hole, scooping out some of his come that stretches between his long fingers in glistening threads, before Heeseung shoves him away with his knee.
“Enough, please, you’re killing me.”
He shudders and a single tear runs down his cheek, yet he’s still got that dopey grin on his face. Jeongin wipes his come-covered fingers on Heeseung's ass, then leans down to kiss away the tear and slip his tongue into Heeseung’s mouth to let him taste it, proof of how good he gave it to him. What he doesn’t expect is Heeseung to suddenly grab a fistful of his hair and pull him away, slipping a sticky, bitter-tasting finger into his mouth instead. Jeongin moans, having no choice but to suck and swallow, and Heeseung smirks when Jeongin laps his come off his finger and thoroughly licks him clean.
“You like how I taste?” Heeseung asks, and Jeongin hums around his finger, swallowing down the embarrassment slowly creeping up his neck. He lets Heeseung's finger slip out of his mouth with a pop. Then, almost as an afterthought, Heeseung adds, “Think Sunghoon-ie would taste the same?”
“Oh my God.” Jeongin shudders, rolling off him and elbowing Heeseung in the side before throwing an arm over his face. He groans, trying not to make it obvious that the thought of finding out what Sunghoon tastes like, and maybe getting to find out what all of Enhypen tastes like, sends him spiraling. “I swear I’m never telling you anything ever again.”
Heeseung, who had clearly expected the reaction, laughs and snorts by accident, which makes Jeongin laugh in turn. He splays a leg over Jeongin’s calf and turns his head to look at him, admiring the soft curve of Jeongin’s nose and the thin sheen of sweat making his skin glow even in the twilight. “We’re so fucked. Literally and figuratively.”
Jeongin closes his eyes. It’s true. They probably – no, scratch that – they definitely shouldn’t have done this. Not in the way they did, at least. Even if it was by far the hottest fuck Jeongin has ever had. How will either of them ever face their group again?
But they can still deal with all the guilt tomorrow. For now, all Jeongin wants is to bask in the afterglow a little longer; let the smell of sex and sweat and Heeseung that permeates the space saturate his body.
With their shoulders bumping and their legs entangled, they allow themselves to come down from the high. It is only when the come on their skin gets crusty and their lips begin to crack from the dry air that they manage to silently drag themselves up and get clean. Heeseung takes a shower and Jeongin fails in subtly ogling Heeseung’s wet body once he comes back to his room, clad in nothing but a black towel (which he loses soon to put on a pair of clean underwear Jeongin lends him). Heeseung blushes prettily when he notices his friend’s staring and Jeongin thinks yeah, he could get used to this.
They get dressed and he doesn’t say anything when Heeseung puts on Jeongin's white shirt instead of his own black one. It’s a Stray Kids one from their Maniac tour and Heeseung looks unreasonably hot wearing it. Maybe Heeseung would appreciate it if Jeongin got an Enhypen shirt, too? He’s got to ask someone for one.
He gathers the pillows that they kicked off from the floor and puts them back where they belong, then smoothes out the blanket and waits on the bed for Heeseung to finish drying his hair. When Heeseung flops back down on his bed he instantly curls up at his side, and of course he would want post-sex cuddles; Jeongin should have guessed as much.
With a small smile on his face, Jeongin starts scrolling through his phone absentmindedly, checking Fans, TikTok, and Instagram first before moving to Twitter. It is there that he comes across one very candid Weverse post on his timeline, making him put his phone down in his lap and bite his lip.
The two of them silently agreed that it’s not yet time to feel guilty about what they did, right? So he might as well still say what’s suddenly on his mind.
He nudges Heeseung with his knee. “Hey, Hee, you know who else is really hot?”
Sleepy and content like a cat who got the cream, Heeseung blinks up at him through long lashes, and his soft brown eyes make Jeongin’s stomach flip. “Who?”
“Soobin-hyung.”
Instantly, Heeseung’s eyes widen. “Oh.”
“Yeah. When you went on his variety show… you know with the ramyeon… the two of you together…” Heeseung shifts against his side, biting his lip, and looking at his soft features Jeongin remembers vividly Heeseung's pink, pouty lips and big, sparkling, begging eyes as Soobin practically ate him up. Jeongin feels heat creep up his neck and back down between his legs. “Soobin-hyung is so big… in height and probably otherwise too… so letting him fuck you... letting me watch him fuck you... mh... that would be hot, too.”
Heeseung closes his eyes, groaning, and his hips cant until his groin drags lazily against Jeongin's right thigh. “Oh fuck this.” And then, in a flash, he pushes himself up and leans all the way across Jeongin’s body to reach the bedside table, clumsily grabbing his phone and almost knocking his elbow against Jeongin’s nose with how hastily he pulls back again. His phone falls on his face once before he manages to unlock it, hurriedly scrolling through his contacts, the speed of his breath picking up.
“Hee, what are you–”
But before Jeongin can finish, Heeseung has already pressed 'call' on someone's number, carelessly dropping his phone on the mattress next to them and climbing back into Jeongin's lap. He talks into Jeongin's ear with a dark and husky voice as the line clicks, and the deep ringing tone tells Jeongin that the call is going through on speaker phone.
“I’m fucking calling Beomgyu.”